still truckin’

I was going to post a general update, but before I get to that, I just wanted to give a little shout out to the only comment about this site via stumbleupon.

from: Plank2x4 reviewed 7 months ago
Give it time, Vicodin is still a narcotic, and now she is taking it on a regular basis… Watch the show House… she will be like him in two months! Great story! (source)

Up until about 97 seconds ago, I thought that it was good that “House” educated people about unusual medical issues. “House” has even been known to mention fibromyalgia as a legitimate disorder (even if it’s always ruled out, since fibromyalgia is pretty anti-climactic in show biz), which I appreciate, along with other little understood autoimmune disorders. However, this guy, a complete stranger, just accused me of being a junkie because of a character on a television show.

And here I am, discovering this 7-month-old comment, and I’m NOT A FUCKING JUNKIE. Unfortunately, I’m *also* not a brilliant doctor with impeccable analytical and reasoning skills, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Because it’s fucking television.

So, in case you’re wondering, plank2x4 (although I doubt you are), I’m still taking Vicodin, and I’m still not addicted. I do take it daily in the morning, when my back pain is the worst, and on rare occasions (about once a week) I’ll take a second or third dose that day. One pill (that’s a dose of 5mg hydrocodone) once a day hardly makes one a junkie. This has been my routine since I started taking the Vicodin, and I can count the number of back pain flareups requiring a second day of extra dosing on one hand. (Once was the weekend we walked all over Chicago. Then when we walked all over San Francisco the week we came out to find a place to live. And then the week of my bone marrow biopsy, which kept me in bed for a good week or more.)

It’s people like plank2x4 the government is addressing when they use fearmongering to scare the pants off citizens about things like over the counter pseudoephedrine, even when you have terrible allergies, and prescription opiates, even when your pain is so severe you can’t pull your pants down to go to the bathroom, carry a bottle of laundry detergent, or bend over to empty the dishwasher. (That’s me, by the way, without my morning Vicodin dose, in case you didn’t figure it out.)

So, now that my feathers are all ruffled, and you know I’m not a junkie, I’ll tell you how the bone marrow biopsy turned out.

My iron stores are low. That’s the iron that’s supposed to be in my bone marrow, but isn’t. Apparently, my serum iron levels are borderline normal, but it’s still possible to have nearly nonexistent iron in the marrow, and when that happens, things start working overtime, and the bone marrow starts pumping out whatever it can think of to take the place of the missing iron, and that resulted in too many white blood cells and platelets. The treatment is effective and relatively simple: I need to get 6 weekly infusions (by IV) of ferrous gluconate (iron). The hematologist will recheck my blood during the course of this and at the end, and then decide if anything else needs to be done, besides eating iron-rich food and taking some iron supplements (while I am vegan, and this is actually not difficult to do in a vegan way). Hopefully she didn’t mean “recheck” with a second bone marrow biopsy, because there’s a high probability that I would flat out refuse another biopsy, especially without sedation.

I had my second infusion this week, and it’s going fairly well. After the first one, the very next day I went grocery shopping for the first time by myself in over a year. This is unheard of! I had mental clarity, and a little energy. By the end of the week, I was pretty tired, but that was the fibro talking from doing more than I was used to all week. I was still mentally alert! I still am now, actually. After the second infusion, I didn’t get much more energy, and I developed phlebitis at the IV site. They used the same site for both infusions, but this week the nurse used too large of a needle (they usually need to use the smallest), and banged me up pretty good (hurt like hell going in). It was rough. I had to go back to the treatment center just so they could check on it, and they said it should improve, but no more using that site for awhile. Since I don’t have any other less difficult spots, I’m kind of dreading my infusion on Monday. I’m not sure where they’ll stick me. :(

It’s pretty nice to have some of my brain back, though. I was really feeling… dumber. I still do stupid stuff (like forget to turn on the oven when cooking, or the coffee pot when making my husband coffee in the morning), but that’s more like “fibro fog” and less like my brain cells are wasting away, which I was starting to worry about. But apparently it was low-iron-fog instead. ;)

Anyhow, so currently my only (new) complaints are a near-constant stomach ache, probably from the massive doses of iron, and the phlebitis in my left hand. My hand is improving, and hopefully my stomach will either adjust, or return to normal when all these infusions are done.

I know a lot of “fibro bloggers” give lots of advice, but for now I’m just documenting this whole process, and my new found adequate healthcare. Honestly, what works for me might not work for you, and vice versa. Next time, I’ll talk about what’s working for me and my fibromyalgia.

I’m creeping a little too close to the 1000 word mark, so I think it’s time to wrap this up. Thank you for reading about one fat girl’s fibro journey. :)


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2 Responses to “still truckin’”

  1. A Friend Says:

    The difference that makes us not junkies is that pain meds don’t make us high. Yeah, my friend takes recreational muscle relaxants and she doesn’t understand that when I take one it makes me feel more normal and doesn’t do anything else. sigh.

    • fibrofatty Says:

      Thanks for your comment! That’s an excellent point and I’m glad you brought it up!

      That’s exactly right. I’ve NEVER gotten a “buzz” from Vicodin (or other pain killers). They simply relieve my pain. I’m almost jealous of people who take this stuff for fun, because I have a supply of something that could be fun but really doesn’t do anything except let me live my life. OH, HOW DULL!

      Just kidding.

      I’ve also taken muscle relaxers for fibro, and they’ve never had any pleasant side effects, except for helping me sleep. Which, btw, is pretty damn pleasant for a person with fibro. ;)

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